Letters to Penthouse XXXII (31 page)

“But you ignored my requests that you unpack those boxes, and I tripped over them several times!” I said, creating a fast
staccato ruler rhythm against her ass. I paused to feel her heated skin, pinching her cheeks while she cooed.

“Everything feels so good—the more you spank me, the more I want it,” she said as she moaned.

I shoved two fingers deep into her hole, feeling her wet pussy tighten around them. “Is that all you want? Do you want to
get fucked now?” I asked as I slammed my fingers in and out, mimicking what I was going to do to her with my cock. “If you
ask nicely, maybe I’ll even spank you while I fuck you,” I said.

Her pussy quivered as I said that, becoming so snug I almost couldn’t get my fingers out of her. When I did, they were gleaming
with her juices. I moved her off my lap and stood up, placing myself between her legs with my cockhead nestled against her
folds. I gave her one big smack on her ass, then pulled her hips close
and pushed my dick inside. She was just as wet and warm as I’d expected, and she immediately started thrusting back against
my hips. Her hot ass rose in the air, her pink cheeks radiating warmth against my skin. I could see the faint marks from the
ruler, which seemed to last longer than my handprints.

I like doggy-style sex because it allows me to see Jeanne’s big, round ass in all its glory. I held on to her butt cheeks,
pulling them apart then pushing them together as I plunged inside her. Then I pinched her clit, feeling her instantaneous
response as I rubbed her hard nub and buried my cock to the hilt. Soon we were both grunting and yelling as she came, then
I did, too, the pressure of her spasming pussy causing me to erupt inside her cunt.

I made sure to give her a few final hand smacks to let the spanking sensation linger even after we were done fucking. I pulled
out, lifted off her blindfold, then got into bed and spooned her. My hands rested lightly on her stomach while her warm butt
cheeks pressed against me. “You know,” she said, turning to give me that naughty grin again, “I think there’s a metal ruler
packed away somewhere, too. I promise to finish unpacking as long as you promise to spank me with it when I find it.” Of course,
I heartily agreed, and while I write this she’s busy unpacking the rest of her boxes, looking for the buried treasure inside.

—Mr. Jim P., Austin, Texas
     

My wife, Catherine, is one tough woman. She always has a slightly stern, forbiding look about her, and while she likes to
have fun, she never lets me forget who’s in charge. Before we met, I’d had hints that I might be submissive, but with her
my true nature has blossomed. Even when she’s not explicitly ordering me around, there’s an underlying dynamic to our relationship.
We each know our place, and these roles serve us both perfectly. When I fail to meet her standards, she makes sure to let
me know and has devised some ingenious ways to get even with me when I’ve been a bad boy.

Sometimes I deliberately disobey her, just waiting to see what she’ll do in response. I never do anything too outrageous,
but I’ll just flout her rules slightly, enough to put a little sizzle into her ire. Last week, I knew she wanted to leave
at noon for lunch, and I really didn’t intend to be late, but I was so busy getting my outfit perfect that I was fifteen minutes
late, according to my watch. When I finally headed downstairs, she was sitting there tapping her foot, her anger visible by
the frown on her face.

I reached for my coat, but she stood up and stopped me. “We’re not leaving just yet. I told you to be down here at noon, and
you kept me waiting. Do you think you can show such disregard and get away with it? The
answer is no. Put your coat back and pull down your pants!” she barked, and I knew she meant business. A frisson of excitement
traveled up my spine as I realized she was probably going to spank me. It’s one of my favorite activities, and because of
that, one she rarely gives me the satisfaction of indulging. Usually I wind up mopping the floors or polishing her jewelry,
but if I’m really lucky, she gives me a more physical punishment. My favorite is getting my ass smacked, and we both knew
it had been awhile.

She imperiously removed her coat, making a big show of the effort, tossing it to me. I was scrambling to follow her instructions
and turned just in time to catch the flying garment. I stood there awkwardly, my hard cock standing upright in front of me
as I held her coat in my arms. She glared at me, and I turned around, my bare ass facing her as I hung it up. Standing in
the middle of our living room with nothing on except my shirt was awkward but arousing. I could practically feel her hand
on my ass already, and I accidentally dropped her coat on the floor in my combined nervousness and arousal. With that, she
stood and practically ripped it out of my hands, hung it up herself, and tugged me over to the chair with her. I’m stronger
than Catherine, but when she’s mad, she seems to gain superhuman strength, and just then I felt her fingers digging into my
bicep. My cock was practically a flag, signaling my arousal by bobbing up and down as I followed her. She led me to her armchair,
which she sank into like a queen. I knew where I was expected, and I bent across her lap, knowing she’d be able to feel my
cock pressing against her leg. My wife cleared her throat, then pinched each ass cheek, tweaking my malleable flesh between
her fingertips. She has pretty long nails, which she keeps polished a bright red and buffed perfectly, all the better to tease
me with.

Her nails stroked my skin, and then she said, “You do know why you’re lying across my lap right now, don’t you, instead of
sitting next to me in the car?”

I didn’t know if she expected a real answer or simply an acknowledgment of her question, so I settled for a simple, “Yes,
ma’am.” Apparently, though, that wasn’t enough.

“Well, are you going to tell me?” she said, punctuating her demanding question with several light smacks, nowhere near the
power I knew she was about to show me. This was just her way of letting me know that she was really upset with me.

“I was late meeting you, even after you’d specifically told me to be here. I have no excuse,” I said, my voice tinged with
repentance, even as my cock strained, trapped between my body and her lap. She had to know how hard I was, but I was sorry
I’d been late.

“And how late were you?”

“Fifteen minutes,” I squeaked in surprise as her hands pinched and then slapped my ass, veering down to my hairy upper thighs
for a moment.

“Wrong!” she said, giving me a whack stronger than
I’d thought she was capable of. When another stinging slap fell upon my behind, I realized that it wasn’t just her hand that
had done it; she’d used some sort of implement. I kept my head down, though, anxious for her to continue. “You were twenty
minutes late, and therefore you’re going to get twenty-five smacks, one for each minute you were late and one each for your
miscalculations. And I’m going to make them count so that maybe in the future you’ll remember to be punctual when you know
I’m waiting for you!”

I shivered with anticipation, and she clamped her hand down on the back of my neck. She’d surely have grabbed my hair if I
had enough to grab, but my buzz cut didn’t allow for such pleasures. Her fingers sank into my skin, pinning me against her—even
though there was nowhere I’d have rather been than across her lap! She lightly tapped something against my ass, trailing it
along the curves of my bottom, and I surmised that it was the instrument she’d used to strike me. Whatever it was, I wanted
more of it, and that’s exactly what I got.

She lifted her spanking hand and then moments later I felt a rush of heat against my ass as the stinging slapper did its work.
“One,” I called out, almost instinctually, as I reacted on pure adrenaline. “Two” quickly followed as she whacked the opposite
cheek, and onward as I tried my best to stay still, knowing she dislikes having to pull me back into position. My cock, trapped
as it was, had little room to move, but was
making it known to both her and me that it wanted some attention.

“I know you’re enjoying this, Jack, I can tell from that cock of yours pressing against me,” Catherine heaved, her voice catching
as the exertion of spanking me over and over caught up with her. “But don’t think that you can just blithely disobey me and
get your favorite punishment; you’re going to remember this one!” she said, then delivered my final whacks.

“Twenty-three! Twenty-four! Twenty-five!” I called out, the words blurring into one another as she delivered the smacks in
rapid-fire succession. My ass was stinging with that sweet pain that only her spankings can provide, and she enhanced the
sensation by rubbing her soft, tender hands along my skin, soothing me and rewarding me for taking every last hit. Then she
nudged my hips upward and I hoisted them in the air. My cock was a hard stick poking against her leg as my ass rose in the
air, with me balanced on my fingertips and toes. Cupping a hand around my cock while the other played with my balls until
I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, she drove me wild.

“Well, Jack, I think I can forgive you for being late—on one condition,” she said, sliding her palm along my hard length as
she spoke.

“Anything, Catherine, I’ll do anything you want.”

“You’re going to lick my pussy until I come, and then we’re going to go eat our lunch. After that, if you
don’t do anything else to upset me, maybe you can come, too,” she said, her voice calm.

I thought that there was no way I could comply with this request! But when I looked into her eyes, I saw they were glinting
at me, a slight smile hovering at her lips. Maybe I’d get my reward a little sooner if I did her right. Instead of speaking,
I slid off her lap in one fluid motion and sank to my knees. I reached beneath her skirt and peeled down her panties, her
pussy’s scent enveloping me. My cock went wild at this assault on my senses, but I focused on tasting and pleasing my beloved
wife, letting my tongue trail along her opening and up to her clit. The minute I began licking her, she seemed to sink into
a trance, her body relaxing against the chair as she took everything my mouth had to give. I nuzzled her wetness, plunging
my tongue deep into her hole. As I moved, I could still feel the effects of her spectacular spanking upon my glowing behind.

When her hand reached to pet my head, then grabbed the back of my neck, I really went to town, swishing my tongue along her
insides and making her produce a jet of come, her body trembling in orgasm. I could have gone on for as long as she wanted,
feasting on her tasty cunt, but she tugged me upward, wiped my face with her hand and simply said, “Okay, time to go.”

But when I stood up, she took pity on me, or was simply so turned on from the sight of my hard cock that she leaned forward
and sucked me off. All it took was a few strong sucks of her pursed lips, her tongue
swiping my cockhead, before I began spurting a hot load of my come into her mouth, which she swallowed quickly. The whole
blowjob took less than five minutes, but felt amazing.

Then she stood up and clapped her hands. “Okay, now, chop-chop. We’re still going to lunch, so I suggest you get that little
red ass in gear or you’ll be heading out the door naked.” I scrambled to get dressed, not caring whether everything was in
order as I shoved my feet into my shoes, ever grateful to my wife for taking charge of both our plans and my body. Somehow,
she always knows what’s best, and I remain her devoted, willing servant.

—Mr. Jack A., Sacramento, California
     

I love meeting women who are willing to let me tie them up and enjoy it as much as I do, if not more. There’s just something
about looking down at a woman who’s been immobilized by my careful handiwork that makes my cock grow especially hard. Take
Vanessa, for example; not only did she put herself at my mercy, she actually sought me out.

We met at a party thrown by a friend who was a former bondage partner of mine. “I hear you’re good with your hands,” Vanessa
said after sidling up to me with a
drink. I nodded at the beautiful five-foot-two-inch blonde with large breasts and long shapely legs and asked if she’d like
a demonstration sometime. “How about now?” was her surprising reply, so we made our excuses to our hostess, who smiled knowingly,
and headed straight to my apartment.